_The._ I must not Sir, Whilst you say 'tis not fit: your Graces mercy Not to my life appli'd, but to my fault Sir, The worlds forgiveness next, last, on my knees Sir, I humbly beg, Do not take from me yet the name of Father, Strike me a thousand blows, but let me dye yours. _Ar._ He moves my heart: I must be suddain with him, I shall grow faint else in my execution; Come, come Sir, you have seen death; now meet him bravely. _Du._ Hold, hold I say, a little hold, consider Thou hast no more sons _Archas_ to inherit thee. _Ar._ Yes Sir, I have another, and a nobler: No treason shall inherit me: young _Archas_ A boy, as sweet as young, my Brother breeds him, My noble Brother _Briskie_ breeds him nobly, Him let your favour find: give him your honour. _Enter_ Putskie (_alias_ Briskie) _and_ Alinda, (_alias_ Archas.) _Pu._ Thou hast no child left _Archas_, none to inherit thee If thou strikst that stroke now: behold young _Archas_; Behold thy Brother here, thou bloudy Brother, As bloody to this sacrifice as thou art: Heave up thy sword, and mine's heav'd up: strike _Archas_, And I'le strike too as suddenly, as deadly: Have mercy, and I'le have mercy: the Duke gives it. Look upon all these, how they weep it from thee, Choose quickly, and begin. _Du._ On your obedience, On your allegeance save him. _Ar._ Take him to ye, [_Soul. shout._ And sirrah, be an honest man, ye have reason: I thank ye worthy Brother: welcom child, Mine own sweet child. _Du._ Why was this boy conceal'd thus? _Put._ Your graces pardon: Fearing the vow you made against my Brother, And that your anger would not only light On him, but find out all his familie, This young boy, to preserve from after danger, Like a young wench, hither I brought; my self In the habit of an ordinarie Captain Disguis'd, got entertainment, and serv'd here That I might still be ready to all fortunes: That boy your Grace took, nobly entertain'd him, But thought a Girle, _Alinda_, Madam. _Ol._ Stand away, And let me look upon him. _Du._ My young Mistris? This is a strange metamorphosis, _Alinda_? _Al._ Your graces humble servant. _Du._ Come hither Sister: I dare yet scarce believe mine eyes: how they view one another? Dost thou not love this boy well? _Oly._ I should lye else, Trust me, extreamly lye Sir. _Du._ Didst thou never wish _Olympia_, It might be thus? _Oly._ A thousand times. _Du._ Here take him: Nay, do not blush: I do not jest; kiss sweetly: Boy, ye kiss faintly boy; Heaven give ye comfort; Teach him, he'l quickly learn: there's two hearts eas'd now. _Ar._ You do me too much honour Sir. _Du._ No _Archas_, But all I can, I will; can you love me? speak truly. _Hon._ Yes Sir, dearly. _Du._ Come hither _Viola_, can you love this man? _Vio._ I'le do the best I can Sir.